Today is 2/22, and 222 is a number sequence that I’ve often noticed for years while experiencing number synchronicity (part of Divine synchronicity).

As I’ve mentioned in other posts, I usually see this number appear in my outer reality when I could use some encouragement, confirmation, or other form of upliftment.

When I woke up this morning, I felt so tired, though I had slept for 12 hours (average is 7 or 8); and I wondered if the remnants of the recent, powerful energies of the full moon, as well as the back-to-back dreams of parallel and alternate realities, had something to do with feeling drained.

Note: Pics on right and left below were taken today from my home in Flagstaff

However, a part of me felt a bit excited from sensing the intense, inner-body vibrations that I hadn’t experienced in a while, that I trust are part of the ascension symptoms; I’ve only noticed subtle to mild versions lately. Note: I think the last time I felt this intense degree of inner-body vibrations was shortly after I visited the vortex at Cathedral Red Rock Crossing in Sedona

While on the toilet, my husband came to the bathroom and informed me that Flagstaff got 33 inches of snow and had broken the record for the most snow in one day since 1915 (31 inches).

Note: The snowfall increased later; see article, “‘Highly unusual event’ leaves Arizona digging out from a 36-inch snowfall that shattered records.“

I’ve been noticing 33 and 333 often for years—which reminds me of the presence of the Ascended Masters within—and the first day I visited Sedona in the fall of 2017 (about 45 minutes from our home in Flagstaff), I saw 3333 twice in one day on license plates, which is very unusual (I shared this story in detail a while back, under the Sedona section of this blog’s About page)

As soon as my husband told me, I felt more excited and gave him a high-five, which he responded to, but appeared somewhat puzzled.

Though I love snow, I passionately hate being exposed to frigid temperature, so my excitement wasn’t due to the blizzard-like weather ; it was due to a pattern of some unbelievable, yet, incredibly profound events showing up in my outer reality for a little over a decade.

Though I’ve been aware of this particular series of Divine synchronicity since January of 2008, I kept it to myself because doubts had set in at times, that it may be my ego self’s wishful thinking that these events were caused by my powerful Higher Self—aka Soul/Spirit/I (God) AM (Goddess) Presence/ultimately Mother Earth/Moon/Source/Monad/Prime Creator/Creator of All Creation: Crop Circle 6666/Divine Mother Goddess—within me, as me, and through me.

In addition, my ego self feared being judged as extremely arrogant—a shadow aspect that I had repressed during childhood, and suppressed throughout adulthood, because my mother was so repulsed by this “bad”/”wrong”/”dark” aspect that was blatantly apparent within my biological father, who had abandoned us when I was six months old (and that was confirmed when I had first met him in 2008, after my husband found him as a surprise for me upon returning from deployment). Note: Post series include, “My First Encounter with a Narcissist” (an unbelievable, new experience)

I have no doubt that it’s time to unconditionally embrace this “unacceptable” aspect that exists within all of us to varying degrees, though the key is not to allow it to go buck-wild and take over the entire ship (i.e., whole self/Self).

It’s not about the misuse and abuse of this aspect, but to integrate the beneficial part of this aspect into the whole self/Self, which is having unshakable trust/faith in the Divine power within regardless if others may judge.

When we don’t unconditionally accept, embrace, and even deeply love whatever aspects that exists within all of us, we will judge them in others.

That’s why unconditional love for the self is so important, because we won’t be able to fully and truly love so-called others until we experience self-love.

While I was deployed in Iraq, I experienced feeling much compassion for the detainees there, despite their earthly labels and all the accusations made toward them.

I shared a couple of detailed stories within this blog, to include the post mentioned in the About page, “Embracing a Setback to Set Forward” (so-called failures in life—all stepping stones of success).

Though there were interrogators—from various military branches and three letter agencies—who often yelled at the detainees, I was inspired from within to take an unconventional approach, which was to be deeply understanding, compassionate, empathetic, unconditionally forgiving, and unconditionally accepting/embracing/loving, while maintaining healthy boundaries (being assertive).

I also practiced to the best of my ability: active listening, paying attention to non-verbal cues, sensing from beyond the five, physical senses, incorporating humor, sharing personal stories, sharing food from the dining facility, and ultimately, just connecting from the heart as souls.

To my great surprise, even the hard-core detainees, who refused to talk to other interrogators (even from previous facilities)—to include one who stated for everyone to hear, “I hate Americans”—eventually opened up, smiled, and even shared personal stories, as well as intel; I was reminded that there’s two sides to every story, and not everything is black and white.

One day, while on shift, I was informed by a coworker that Iraq had their first snow in 100 years—which closely matches the most snow in one day in 103 years in Flagstaff, Arizona where I currently reside (which sets the all-time snow record)—and I recall feeling excited to hear the seemingly great news.

The following is from the article, “Iraqis See First Snow in 100 Years As Sign of Peace“:

“A resident walks along a street during snowfall in Baghdad January 11, 2008. Snow fell on Baghdad on Friday for the first time in memory, and delighted residents declared it an omen of peace.”

I was deployed in Iraq since the beginning of January 2008, and 111—1/11 or January 11th—is a number sequence that I’ve been noticing often for at least a few years, to include on my 44th birthday.

I shared in another post that our family meal that day came out to exactly $111 (without tax), though it wasn’t planned or calculated, and I intuitively and strongly sense that it was a sign from Spirit within (the best birthday gift I ever received).

I also shared other stories about 111, to include its probable connection to Egyptian Goddess Hathor and God Thoth, Orion, as well as ancient Lemuria.

Some example posts:

• “Dream of Shouting at Ibis, ‘God Thoth, Wake Up!’”
• “The Words Mu and Lemuria: How They Became Significant in My Life“
• “Orion Belt Freckles, 333, Lemuria: 111, Atlantis: 222 & 144 Soul Families“
• Also, when I first saw an image of Goddess Hathor, I stared at it for a while, seemingly frozen in time; it was like looking into the mirror. When I watched the movie, Jupiter Ascending, the main female character also started at her statue with disbelief, and I was able to relate to her.
  • Note: I’m drawn to movies like this, my most recent favorite being Aquaman because it reminds me of God Enki/Thoth/Jesus and Goddess-Self within; related posts:
    • “A Captivating Dream of a Flaming Energy Being I Called Enki“
    • “Additional Puzzle Pieces About the Advanced, Ancient Civilization of Atlantis“
    • “Dream of Shouting to Goddess While Flying Through Wormhole“

Anyway, at that moment of hearing the peaceful news, I received a crystal clear insight (an intuitive knowing) that this anomaly was due to my inner-Being’s Presence—which I learned, after leaving the Army in 2011, as our I (God) AM (Goddess) Presence/very high vibrational frequency—but my ego’s logical mind managed to quickly convince me (at the time) that this thought was extremely arrogant, and that it was impossible because why would God do such things through someone like me.

Looking back, it wasn’t extremely arrogant for me to intuitively know that Source within is capable of such seemingly impossible and miraculous events.

As our Multidimensional self (earthly and otherworldly physical selves)Self (Source: Soul/Spirit within), which includes our Earth physical body/vessel, I trust that we are capable of many things, though not all of our innate abilities may be activated at whatever moment (i.e., certain dormant DNA, once labeled “junk” DNA by those who didn’t want to admit that they didn’t know).

During this time-frame of being in the Army, I had not yet explored the vast world of Spirituality—only Neale Donald Walsch books—so I wasn’t aware of our multidimensional essence.

I now fully trust that deeply connecting to my heart—which has been scientifically proven to be much more powerful than our physical brain—was the golden key to influence the physical environment (i.e., outer world mirroring inner world).

In addition, there were moments that I don’t recall seeing an interpreter being present in the interrogation room, but yet, I was able to converse with certain detainees face to face.

Technically, that’s impossible because the only other language that I’m aware of speaking in this particular, physical reality is Korean (and the very basics of Japanese), but I know what I experienced. Perhaps I recalled memories of shifting between parallel realities, where in other ones, I do speak Arabic.

In 2009, shortly after moving to my next duty station, I came upon a reading that also excited my soul, that shared the sighting of Northern Lights—aka Aurora Borealis in the Northern Hemisphere—in San Antonio Texas.

It’s the article, “Aurora in Texas” by San Antonio Skywatch, which I had saved in a draft post that I had started during that timeframe; however, when I clicked on it today, it led to some other page full of links rather than the article itself.

I strongly sense that it’s been covered up from the public like many other information within this world (e.g., the existence of UFO’s, USO’s, ET’s, etc. just to name a few examples).

The following is from the post, “Zero Point & The Central Sun“:

“On January 24 of 2012, our sun released a solar flare that traveled to Earth at 1,400 miles per second. This Coronal Mass Ejection was the largest ejection to hit the Earth in seven years. It is the dawning of the Grand Central Sun that is causing our own sun to release these solar flares, which have increased in intensity and regularity as we moved through the year 2012. Soon, we will all be exposed to a type of radiation that Modern Science does not completely understand. We will feel its effects, both in our physical and emotional bodies. And we will see the Aurora Borealis in places, such as Arkansas and Texas in the US […]”

While living in Texas, I went on two, different trips where I experienced sudden weather change that felt somewhat eerie, yet, exciting at the same time.

Once, my husband and I traveled to another location within Texas about six hours from our home. Due to a personal issue at the time, on the way back, I sporadically cried a lot, and shortly after I started, we experienced a thunderstorm that lasted on and off most of our trip back.

The next day, while checking out the weather, I noticed a long area of a map that was entirely red, which was the exact area that we had traveled back from the day before. I wondered even at that time if my outer world was mirroring my inner world as rapid manifestation.

I shared this story within this blog somewhere—though the title escapes me since it was a story within stories (as usual)—but in a nutshell, I had a strong desire to experience an intense thunderstorm one day, and later that evening, it suddenly came like a bat out of hell, though the weather forecast didn’t predict it.

That night that seemed like an extreme thunderstorm with howling, powerful wind, caused part of our fence to come off and dangle for dear life.

My husband went outside to tie the fence down with ropes, and as I watched him struggle against the unforgiving storm, fear set in, and I asked Spirit within to stop the harsh weather; and to my great surprise, the storm calmed down shortly after.

That night, I learned to deeply fear that power from within, and since then, I swore that I wouldn’t test the waters like that again.

However, the experience a few years after that made me realize that sometimes, it’s not about my requests, but the vibrational frequency that I radiate outward—whether that emotional FEELING energy (aka vibrational frequency) stems from seemingly opposite extremes of love or fear (i.e., in the forms of anger or even rage).

On this trip, to include parts of the bible belt area, where my family and I mostly ate at since the city offers more options, I had a few experiences that raised my blood pressure.

It was a special occasion, and I wanted to treat a family member that I hadn’t seen in a while to one of his favorite foods (at the time); after checking out some reviews, we chose an all you can eat Korean BBQ place.

The restaurant staff—a group of young guys who weren’t Korean—was hands down the worst I had ever experienced.

I’ve worked as a waitress from 19 years old to early 20’s, so I actually go out of my way to help servers out, especially if they seem busy, and I also tip at least 20% for decent service, and 30%+ for excellent service.

However, my patience was vanishing quickly with their ongoing rude, lazy, incompetent, “I don’t give a rat’s @$$” attitude.

The following is a 1 star review that I wrote for them (Asian Kitchen Korean Cuisine in St. Louis, MO):

This review is for 8/9/2016.

Cleanliness: Good, to include the bathroom

Organization: Poor

Food:

– Most of the side dishes were pretty good, and there was an impressive amount of them

– The Korean BBQ meats, especially the ribs, chicken and pork were very fatty and greasy, the lowest quality we’ve ever seen within the U.S. and other countries (to include Korea)

– The soup that came with the BBQ was not Korean soybean paste soup, but rather, water-downed, semi-miso soup with some tofu and a small amount of vegetables thrown in it.

Service: Worst of ALL restaurants I’ve ever experienced throughout the world in the past three decades.

When I brought up various issues to the manager’s attention (a young man), he first became irritated with me that I spoke Korean to him, and said in English that one should ask the waitstaff what nationality they are before making assumptions.

Here’s a taste of what I shared with him: If a business name states KOREAN cuisine, and the waitstaff look Asian, don’t be surprised if some customers speak to the waitstaff in Korean. In addition, if a handful of waiters and a manager can’t handle a tiny restaurant without taking out their stress on customers—appearing angry, slamming things down, rolling their eyes, verbally expressing with an irritated tone, etc.—then they have no business running one.

The waitstaff made it crystal clear that the needs of customers were not a priority, to include ours.

We were never asked how our food was, there were no refills whatsoever, and when I did ask a couple of questions, one of the waiters (with big eyes and glasses) glared at me, to which I called him out on. He told me in an aggressive tone that him appearing angry and being unprofessional is just the way he is, and that I was the problem for not being able to deal with it.

When we were done with our meals and ready for the check, one of the waiters asked if we would like a refill. The train had left. I’ve worked as a waitress before from my late teens to early twenties, and that’s FAR from how you treat customers; their service was ridiculously HORRIBLE.

In addition, all the finished side dishes, as well as the bigger dishes with stagnant, raw meat juices, were not collected throughout our over an hour and a half stay.

Yet, the waiters had time to joke around whenever they were gathered in groups. Upon noticing this red flag, I had a little talk with them, to which none of them apologized, but rather, made excuses with a negative attitude.

The manager (with a smirk on his face) insisted that we be understanding of their very unprofessional ways due to cultural differences (them being other than Korean), them being busy, and one of the rudest waiters (again, the one with glasses) being new to the job.

When leadership is unsatisfactory, it’s no surprise that the followers behave in the same manner.

It doesn’t matter what one’s background is, respect and unconditional kindness is a universal language.

I initially gave this review a 1 star due what I had perceived as a very unpleasant experience of having my family member’s special occasion dinner ruined. UPDATE (changed from 2 star to 1 star).

However, I now thank Divine Spirit within for helping me to extract the wisdom from this life lesson (a blessing in disguise).

I’ve learned to continue to let go of poverty consciousness—being attracted to the “All You Can Eat” buffet” when it’s not about quantity, but QUALITY. I’m ready to Be Prosperity Consciousness instead.

Life Experiences, in its plethora of colors, shapes, sizes, and forms can truly gift us (Humanity and beyond) with much wisdom.

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After eating dinner at the worst restaurant I had ever been to, we came back to the hotel, and I threw up; since I wasn’t sure if it was the food and/or being very upset, I chose not to add it to the review since no one else shared a review of experiencing possible food poisoning at the time.

Another day, I wanted to introduce to my family member  some delicious Thai food, but the service and food there wasn’t good as well, though it wasn’t horrible.

On our way back home, we stopped by McDonald’s for two mocha coffees, but cashier—an older, Caucasian woman in her late sixties or early seventies—was rude to me, though she was very friendly to the older, Caucasian man who was right behind me.

In addition, when I noticed that she had given me the wrong order, and brought it up to her attention, she said that I had given her the wrong order though I had ordered two of the same items; so a friendly staff member gave me the right drink.

I wrote a review that included how her behavior, words, and action could be perceived as discrimination, racism, and/or sexism, and the difference between conditional kindness and unconditional kindness, as well as a positive comment for the friendly  cashier.

The next morning, while my husband was loading our car with our bags, I went to the front desk area to check out. I then heard the news about a sudden thunderstorm that hit the areas that we were eating at which was so severe that it caused power outage and floods.

At that moment, I intuitively and strongly sensed that my intense, emotional state—I (God) AM (Goddess) Presence vibrational frequency—during those times had affected the weather (as crazy and/or arrogant as that may sound).

I used to believe that God/Goddess/Source/Higher Self/I AM Presence/etc. is only about light and love—which many within humanity believe, to include the religious and the Spirituality communities—but I now fully trust that the I AM within us all is most definitely ALL of Life/All That Is, which includes (NOT excludes) contrast/duality/polarity.

Speaking of which, whether it’s the Sumerian/Anunnaki God Enlil who sent the flood to destroy repulsive and disappointing humanity, or the Sumerian/Anunnaki God Enki who wanted to save certain members of “good-hearted” humanity from the flood, I trust that they—like many similar characters and stories throughout our world’s human history—are simply two, polar opposite aspects of the same core essence of the Divine Masculine God (without the so-called fear-based aspects that are “negative”/”bad”/”wrong”/”evil” taking over the whole ship/the whole Multidimensional self/Self).

The same goes for the seemingly polar opposite aspects of two “different” Goddesses coming from the same core essence of the Divine Feminine Goddess: Goddess of Love/War (again, without the so-called fear-based aspects that are “negative”/”bad”/”wrong”/”evil” taking over the whole ship/the whole Multidimensional self/Self)—like Egyptian Goddess Hathor and Goddess Sekhmet, or Sumerian Goddess Inanna and Goddess Ereshkigal, just to name two examples.

While living in Helotes, TX (the outskirts of San Antonio), I had two challenging, yet, interesting experiences that led to a third, mind-blowing one.

One day, while sitting in our small, apartment living room, and right after my husband went out for a smoke break, I heard bits and pieces of information from what sounded like an older woman (probably in her fifties).

When my husband returned, I asked him what his conversation was about since it involved the fake flowers that I had displayed in out patio.

He told me that this older woman was obnoxiously complaining about the ugly flowers in our patio, and said that they were eyesore, a phrase I had never heard of before. I loved the fake flowers, and even shared pics in the post, “Coexisting with Friendly Paper Wasps.“

My husband told me not to worry about people like her—who could’ve used more kindness and tact in her communication—and that not everyone has to appreciate what we enjoy (something management and other neighbors didn’t even mind).

That same week, my husband’s adult son, who was attending AIT(Advanced Individual Training) in San Antonio (right after boot camp/Basic Combat Training), came by with his classmates for dinner.

So after making various Korean dishes, and after my husband grilled Korean BBQ, I made a plate for one of our neighbors, who was an elderly, paraplegic man.

He had mentioned around that timeframe that he really liked pork fried rice, but that he doesn’t make it anymore since it’s inconvenient; so I made that as one of the dishes, and then made him a plate of various food he could try.

The next day, I saw our neighbor and asked if he had tried any of the food, and with a stern expression he replied, “I had one bite of the fried rice, but I didn’t finish it because that’s not how I make it.”

I told him that I understand and went back inside. The experience didn’t feel good because of how he expressed his inner-truth, and that I had made that type of fried rice for him, and also took time to decorate the plate; but I did my best to not allow it to ruin my days.

I wondered why he was the way he was. I would’ve invited him to our place, but we barely had enough room for five people in our small apartment, and no table high enough for his wheelchair.

I realized later that many within humanity (especially Asian cultures like Korea) are conditioned since childhood to be very polite, so such “negative” reactions are frowned upon.

When I expanded my perspective, I could see the bigger picture—that it’s not really “wrong” or “bad” to be that honest; it’s just that being tactful helps.

Before that, when he had mentioned that he has a strict diet, I made some healthy, Korean cabbage soup with fermented soy beans and took it over to him.

I knew it wasn’t the typical Korean dish that foreigners usually like (e.g., Korean BBQ, japchae, mandu/dumblings, etc.), but I figured he could try.

As soon as he tasted it, he made a crazy@$$ facial expression and gently said that it was pungent. I busted out laughing and told him that it was completely understandable since it’s an acquired taste.

I then explained to him that fermented foods are known to be highly nutritional, and I just wanted him to try it just in case; he thanked me.

Not too long after that day, I made some steamed dumplings—since our neighbor said he liked them—and I asked my husband if he could take a plate to his apartment.

When my husband returned, he told me that our neighbor ordered him to put the plate in the refrigerator. To my husband’s great surprise, our neighbor’s refrigerator was stocked with lots of pita pockets and cheese—which were processed foods that didn’t match our neighbor’s claim of only eating a “strict, healthy diet” due to his digestive system.

Note: Our neighbor wasn’t exactly tactful at times when communicating with others, sometimes coming off a bit rough, to include being bossy or condescending (especially toward his nurses); but during those times, we did our best to be understanding since we were aware that he had a very difficult time adjusting to his paraplegic lifestyle after being thrown off a horse (a story I already shared within this blog, I think within the post series, “The Strange Increase of Death and Disease Showing Up: Neighbors (Part__ of 13)”

So why didn’t I get offended the time I brought him our neighbor the soup, but did get offended when the day after I brought him the food plate that included the pork fried rice?

The different vibes that I felt from him—the former being innocently honest, and the latter being brutally honest in an inconsiderate manner.

At the end of that week, we suddenly experienced hail in Spring time (May) that wasn’t predicted by the weather channel.

They were the size of my husband’s palm. I will insert a pic we took if I can find it easily within our many photo folders with Google Drive.

At one point, the hail was coming down so hard that it seemed like someone was throwing large rocks at our window, and I became fearful.

The next day, as my husband and I went for a brief walk, we noticed that most of our apartment complex appeared as though a tornado went through it.

Throughout that week and longer, a lot of the windows that looked like cottage cheese had to be boarded up with wood, and many vehicles had to be taped up or taken into the shop.

The front, sides, and rear windows of the car next to us (that belonged to another neighbor couple) completely shattered, and our elderly neighbor’s bedroom window had to be boarded due to a large hole.

We were fortunate because our car had bumps on the front hood, top, and back trunk, but no major damage, and none of our windows were affected as well, though all the windows of our surrounding neighbors were broken in at least one area.

I thanked all aspects and extensions of Beloved Self—I (God) AM (Goddess) Presence—for looking after us, to include a set of Crepe Myrtle trees in front of our apartment that may have protected our windows.

The day after the unexpected hail storm, while my husband and I were relaxing in the living room, someone started frantically knocking at our door.

When my husband opened it, it was the woman who didn’t like our flower display in our patio. She sounded out of breath and apologized several times for making her unkind comment.

My husband reassured her that it was okay, and she then asked if she could bum a cigarette; he then told her he was all out and closed the door. We never crossed paths again.

As soon as I heard her apologizing at the door, while sounding as though she was out of breath, I intuitively and strongly sensed that she came by because deep fear had set in after her windows and/or vehicles were negatively affected by the hail storm, which she could’ve perceived was a result from her insensitive words.

I’m very grateful for all these interconnected Life experiences because they’ve gifted me with much wisdom, especially profound wisdom.

I’m also glad that I chose to share these stories because they have helped me to realize the inner power within, and to reclaim it with confidence, which cannot be realized until it’s acknowledged and deeply appreciated.

I no longer care if I’m perceived as extremely arrogant for sharing such experiences and insights, because as I recently shared as a post title, “Let’s Make Up Our Minds: Do We Believe that God/Source/Higher Self/Goddess/Spirit/etc. is Omnipotent or Limited?“

Update

6/2/2022

Post, “Rapid Changes: Effortlessly Letting Go & Being Rebirth” (also includes weather anomaly theme)